Snow

Snow is in the air
Driven hard by biting wind
Swirls round the winter.

Crow

Crow sits on high branch
Caws out loud to make you hear
Strident winter’s voice.

Where are you?

Oh where are you now?
Where the warm dark nights with you?
Never to be seen again.

The Hollow

Hollow hoot of the night
Empty space between the trees
Hollow hoot draws you near.

Angel of the North

Angel of the North
Stand tall arms stretched out wide
Proud before red clouds.